It’s a sad, sad day when reports on the workplace going casual make the five o’clock news. First, because there’s no breaking news of Kim Kardashian wedding drama. And second, because the report is true.
Honestly, I am sick of hearing the workplace has gone casual. I don’t disagree with the headline. Rather, I am upset with its validity.
For any doubters, I dare you to venture to Boylston Street on your next lunch break any day of the workweek. The evidence is easy to spot; it’s only noon and I’ve already spotted 4 pairs of flip-flops, 3 t-shirts, and 1 pair of cargo shorts.
Where, oh where, have all the strapping men in well-cut suits and women in classic dresses gone?
As the largest culprit of this shameful trend is early twenty-somethings, I believe it falls to me, a recent college graduate, to speak to my people. Finals are over, as are the days of Thursday night binge drinking till 2 a.m. at Tia’s on the Waterfront (well, at least no longer every Thursday).
Please, please, please, dress for your future- even if you’re sitting on your bed in your parent’s house searching Craigslist for a job. Look good, feel good, and you will land a job. (Or, at least that’s my current pep talk to my roommate.)
And for those rebels out there that must defy my preaching and will continue wearing your grossly worn out, leather Rainbow flip-flops, at least get a pedicure. Consider it your first post-college investment.